Song that echoes and calls and rings,
Of what brave hope do you chant today?
The lilting melody trills and swings.
Lark, how modest your brown and gray?
Of what brave hope do you chant today?
What is the message your glad heart sings?
Is it of nesting in meadow-hay,
Or baby larks with their untried wings?
The lilting melody trills and swings,
Happily-joyous and full of play.
Ripplingly-clear on the breeze it flings
Courage and hope in a roundelay.
Lark, how modest your brown and gray!
Love and hope that your message brings,
The joy of life that your songs portray,
How they echo on taut heart-strings.
Song of the lark!
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